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Monday, January 19, 2009

Yeah I went from a prompt about a corn field pretty much straight to a dildo. No, I don't know how. Sometimes that sort of thing just happens. (Right up to "plastic bottle" is the prompt.)

“You are in a corn field, with your dog, when all of a sudden, a plastic bottle comes floating down from above, gently, gently it sails down into your outstretched hand. Grasp the bottle in your fist. Here you go. When I saw ‘wake up’ you will bring the bottle to your mouth and drink deeply. One, two, three wake up!” urged the hypnotist, snapping her fingers.

In the audience Gerri groaned and slid ever further into her seat. She’d had a feeling that a blind date with a guy you meet in a Halloween costume shop would be a bad idea but she’d gone anyway. Everyone kept telling her she was too closed off, she never took a chance and eventually those sorts of things make an impression. She’d just gotten off the phone with her sister, Franki, and still had, “If you never take it out for a spin eventually the batteries will just die!” Ringing in her ears when she rounded the Star Wars section and ran into Jed.

Yeah, Jed. He seemed nice enough and she, herself, was shopping for a movie-themed character (Lara Croft) so it seemed rude to judge. Two weeks later sitting in the back row of a crappy magic show watching her date take a deep pull of fresh, sparkling dildo and it didn’t seem rude at all. Judging seemed not only not rude but down right self preservational and she planned to do a lot more of it in the very near future.